This is the post that I had lost when Blogger went crazy a couple of weeks ago. Here it is again, in case you missed it before it disappeared. -There's a lot of that going around lately.
A friend of mine, Jason Khristopher, just published his first novel. It's a sci-fi thriller. The Dying of the Light: End, (for those who love this type of stuff. It's a zombie thriller) And while I'm excited for him and his accomplishment, I can't help but get down on myself. I've been writing since I was about 11 years old. My first short story was published in Readers Digest when I was fifteen years old. I've had some of my poems and essays and short stories published in local and national magazines. Those are some pretty great accomplishments wouldn't you say? Damn straight they are! Then why? Why do I feel empty and envious of my friend's success? I wrote my first novel when I was 31 and am currently working on my second one. The first one remains unpublished. I kept the rejection slips and letters in a box as a reminder to keep writing. And I do, keep writing. It just becomes a bit frustrating and disheartening for me at times. I love to write, I live to write. I breathe it. I enjoy creating characters, telling stories, plotting storylines. My biggest dream is to have my book published and turned into a movie. Yeah, a la John Grisham or James Patterson style. What? It could happen! My friend Jason went the self-publishing route and is selling his book on Amazon.com. And that's great! For him. I don't want to go that route. I want the agent, the publishing house, the contract, the book signings. I want that. Is that so wrong? People tell me, it's a different world we live in now, and "self-publishing is the way to go!". But I'm stubborn. I want to make it big the "old fashioned way". Am I holding on to a fairy tale? Maybe I just have a serious case of the "envies"
Whatever the case, I'm a writer. I have a gift. I know this. And one day, everyone else will know too.
Ok kids, enough "woe is me". It's Wednesday! How's your week going?